the last thing i remember is sitting in the passenger's seat, driving west into the sunset with familiar fingers curled around the steering wheel, closing my eyes... i woke up in a warm bed in this wrinkled, stained shirt ive been wearing for days now (it helps me remember where i've been.) my throat was dry, my tongue running across thin chapped
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